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 once upon a time

Table's set for tea.
Where are the children?
They’re out shooting at the Brits.
Don’t be stupid.
Army's got guns, prods got guns
Ain’t no other guns in Ballymurphy.

All the dead people had guns, even Father Mullan.
Now they must have had guns. Paras said they had guns.
If they hadn’t guns then why were they shot dead?
Government men said shoot the fenian bastards.
The army said okay execute them.

Easy, they’re Catholics. Nobody cares.
Forty years on and still we are told they all had guns.
Only the army had guns, prods had guns.
People of Ballymurphy hadn’t got guns.
Forensic proved the people had no guns.

Then why were they murdered?
Oh well, might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.
And they were all lambs, slaughtered by the British Army.
The blood of innocence bloomed bright .the pavements
of Ballymurphy ran red that heinous day in August 1971.

We the quiet people want an apology. None is forthcoming’.

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